[Intro: Nas]
Uh, I Will, Ill Will
You're listening to the sound of Millennium Thug
God's Son, Nas, two-thou--uh
For my Bentley n***as
And my Benz and my Tahoe n***as and real sisters
Let it hit you, check it out

[Nas]
I sip the blood of Christ from a gold cup
I love this life, my soldiers smoke you, no price
Dead men in graves roll over
I'm part Apache slave master African, who asked me
Fans tear my clothes, bitches try to trap me
30,000 seats rise to their feet to hear me flow
Got two mansions on the East Coast
Models deep throat
I heard about them kidnap dudes, had dinner with some
Shake hands with killers, just to see who really was one
Study his moves, how he look fake - but that's the trick to it
Now we turn you to bait, the street shit I stick to it
Rappers hate me, bitches saying, "How did he start?"
They go to psychics asking them for my astrology chart
I'm the righteous thug; fight for Mumia
Racist white judge; made Diallo's murderers free
See, they don't like us
And what about conspiracies to kill black boys
But y'all ain't hearing me, worship the planet like asteroids
Look around and everything you see was once an idea
From somebody's thoughts who turned into a reality clear
Look at the tallest sky scrapers, it just didn't appear
Somebody thought it up and built it up and put it right there
[Nashawn]
I plan to conquer, maintain my force of havoc
I'm smacking n***as, it gets deeper than this rap shit
I'm lost in the ghetto paradise, and shine like
A big jewels, I guard 'em with my life, it's mine right?
I'm through the city in a 850i
It's something shitty like
They wanna get me but they wanna come with me like
I pick 'em up, not giving a fuck
Sit 'em on the side of me, let 'em roll shit up
Imagine every games n***as playing?
Don't wanna hear nuttin', I peeped his style, n***a
Stay fronting, ice mug, put your rings in the tub
Millennium Thug, turn y'all n***as back into a bub
Maggots, I know y'all heard that I ain't trying to have it
Pack heavy shit, six shells eject from the automatic
It's like slightest ring cause static
That's why the ghetto kids turn bastards
'Cause we don't have you snatch it

[Chorus: Nas] x2
Rich n***as burn or roll up with Testarossas
Poor n***as plan to come up, their pockets toastas
Dead n***as laying in their grave, they roll over
But then it's too late, it's too late
[Horse]
Yo, ayo, ayo
Watch me be the first motherfucker letting off shots
When the Revolution starts dunn I'm aiming at cops
Watch me handcuff myself to a fully loaded MAC
I glue my fingers to the trigger, 'cause it ain't no turning back
Watch me follow Nastradamus through Millennium Wars
Leaving n***as bodies in morgues, hovering souls
Watch me tattoo the names of my dead homies
On the left side of my arm so they could live through me
Watch me bleed for the wounded, lean on the rich
I hang myself for losing 'cause I ain't worth shit
Watch me hi-jack a plane and flee to Cuba
But when with the Black Panther Party you gotta squeeze the rugers
Watch me change the heart of a slave-man, make 'em brave again
Flip on his Nation, with communist affiliation
Burn the flag, the stars and the stripes
Grab your guns n***as 'cause it's on tonight

[Wizard]
Yo, yo, I straight murder that n***a with ease
It's too simplistic, double nine at a n***a
I stole the pro-nine biscuits
On my real n***as listening, raise the stakes
Hum-dum-dum's at these fake n***as facing weights
Hum-dum-dum's at these fake n***as face make 'em waste
In a high speed car chase, getting away is no brakes
In the trunk is two crates; china white and pure dose
Codeine, get it back to QB, cut the chase
Chase the cut with bonina
This Ill Will, Braveheart shit, you gotta see, what?
What're you talking about?, I wave my nine
Scream and shout without a doubt
I'm Bravehearted, fuck y'all
[Chorus: Nas] x2
Rich n***as burn or roll up with Testarossas
Poor n***as plan to come up, their pockets toastas
Dead n***as laying in their grave, they roll over
But then it's too late, it's too late